So I decided to get off the interstate today, and used some back roads, since Austin –> San Antonio isn’t too far. I ended up near Canyon Lake, which finally gave me a little bit of the look I was hoping for in TX, the low scattered brush on gray hills that you tend to see in the movies. In San Antonio, saw a mission that is part of the National Park, then the Alamo, which isn’t. The commercialism at the Alamo was a little sad, but they did have plenty of good historical signs around as well. I was warned that it wasn’t much to see, but I was impressed none the less. I then toured the Riverwalk, which I could imagine to be quite nice on a Friday night. Wednesday at 4, with it being 90 degrees, it was ok, and even kind of stinky at points.
Onto the game. Nice park, but no cupholders at any seats. I am beginning to enjoy everyone’s “who cares you bought the $5 grass seat, sit in the $15 front row” policy. Another nice hat, has the Alamo on it. Good game going on, decent show and such. Then you hear a little rumbling. I thought maybe it was a plane or something. Then I look over the 3rd base stands, and it looks a bit dark. Well, it is 8:30 pm. The San Antonio pitcher is throwing a hitter through 6 innings, and then a gust of wind comes up. And by gust I mean a sustained 40 mph wind that blows everything everywhere, knocks out power to the stadium, and sends people running for their cars. I didn’t, because I like seeing a little rainstorm every now and then. After about 2 minutes, I am looking for shelter to run to if a tornado dropped down. Seriously. Thankfully it didn’t but it was fun to watch the ground crew get the tarp down in the dark and the wind. I think some of the players actually helped. They did a good job considering. After about 45 minutes of monsoon, I run out to the parking lot only to realize I can’t see in the dark parking lot. So A) where is my truck and B)where are all the puddles. I was able to answer these by B) stepping in all of them and A) Running from end to end of the parking lot. So I was wet. Oh yeah, and I left my sleeping bag in the back of my truck. Good thing it is warm here.
Driving back to the campground, I realized that I had left my tent windows down to promote airflow. So I got pretty worried that I was going to be drowned out. But blessed Walmart tent held up quite well, just a few drops here and there. Note the picture of the pond about 4 feet from my tent. As of 11pm, I’m still dry!
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